Оригинален текст
We ride on the avalanche we climb the melting red lungs of the ladder that
Leads high to a darkening moon. We're the watchers of disaster, we're the
Dancers on your tomb. We're the invisible invaders of your privacy... your
Dreams. We're the spectres on your screen. We murmur sweet transparent
Lunacy on hot oppressive nights - you shine a light and you will see just
A shadow.